Pandora’s POV.
After I left the hall that houses the army. I head in the direction to find my mates and the others. I enter the throne room and the fire shrieks as the souls shrink in fear. I ignore it as I walk closer to the floating throne of bones.
I walk up the obsidian steps and stop at the throne. I look at it for a moment and think about what will happen.
“Torvi needs to be here. She draws her power from Hell. All dark magic originally comes from here.” Quintessa says as she steps out from the right of the room, like she has just materialised from the shadows. I turn and look at her as she approaches me. Her claw-like fingers brush my arm. My markings react to her. They pulse and slither around.
“How did she obtain it, though?” I ask because that is what I’m confused about.
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